Dimensional Descent

Chapter 925 - Lady Anya

Leonel's hair wafted beneath the wind. He could tell that if it wasn't for his innate Fire Elemental affinity, this breath alone might have been enough to scorch his skin.

He turned back, an indifferent look lighting his eyes. It was as though he couldn't see the fear in the guards nor the surrounding experts.

When Leonel's gaze met the steed's, the latter trembled slightly, its nostrils flaring and its body tensing. For some reason, this steed felt a large amount of pressure from Leonel. It wasn't the kind of pressure that said Leonel was stronger than it, but rather just the kind of pressure that said it should be afraid… It was a very subtle difference, almost like it was looking at what Leonel might become rather than what he was.

There were many races of people in the Dimensional verse, humans and the Oryx being just two that Leonel had met to this point. However, there was a large dividing line between species and this dividing line was humanoid versus bestial.

Humanoid races of people like humans and Oryx evolve more to rely on their active abilities and their talent was more malleable. But, the consequence of this is that there are more untalented humans that there are talented ones.

Bestial races evolve to rely on their innate abilities and their talent is far less malleable. However, this likewise means that there are more talented beasts than there are humanoids.

diverging path of evolution the Dimensional Verse had to offer,

be far sharper than humanoid races. As such, this steed of the Blood Mercury race was very much in tune with how much fear it

had been indifferent, suddenly smiled and reached out a hand.

that Leonel would harm it. But, when it sensed that Leonel had no ill intent, it neighed lightly,

shock. Was this a horse of the Blood Mercury race? Weren't they known for their fiery tempers? Weren't they able to stomp a mountain to rubble

White? Is

out. It was so melodious and sweet that silence almost fell, the only thing gracing their ears being the flute-like whistling of

life, he had only heard one other voice comparable.

because she was able to control it better. And, even without this coercion, even without seeing her face, one

alone, Leonel could tell that this woman within

this Blood Mercury steed had more than enough intelligence of its own to find its destination on its own. But, it

take out of this so that they could avoid blame, the clicking sound of the carriage's doors opened… and then

their imagination. The dress itself was quite plane and wasn't overly embroidered, but despite how loose it was around her

refreshing breeze whistled through the world. The sun seemed dimmer, the skies more